Author: Daddy Walker Title: Artistic Relevance Keywords: M~FFF snuff nc scat anal rape ws ------------------ Artistic Relevance The introduction sequence was the same in each film. On the screen, the blond teen girl was bent over a tool bench, hands tied behind her back. As the shot started, you could see her captor standing behind her, wearing a black rubber mask over his face. He was pulling her head back by her hair with one fist, and his other arm was reaching under her throat, holding a big hunting knife. The blade looked sharp against her pearly white skin. Her slender body was being held in mid-air, pulled up by the hair. Her large breasts were hanging down under her, nipples shivering slightly just above the workbench. You could just make out his stiff cock sticking into her body from behind, before the camera started to zoom in on her smooth, perfectly featured face. She stared straight into the camera, twisting a little in pain, but otherwise she seemed strangely in control of herself. As the camera was done zooming, the girl started talking straight into it, suddenly acting like this was all nothing but a commercial. - "Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen, it's time to start getting yourselves hard and soaked once again... Get ready for another hour of the ultimate stroking and fingering pleasure! SnuffBitch Productions proudly provide what your cocks and cunts have always desired! Young, innocent girls, abused and brutally disposed of, only for your home viewing, sexual satisfaction!" When she was done talking, there was a moment of silent waiting, before she spoke back to the man that was holding her. - "Was it good this time?" From the sound of it, she was really hoping for her work to be done now. His voice answered from the background of the soundtrack. - "Yeah, that was perfect, bitch! You've really got some talent!" There was a brief smile of relief, and she relaxed for just a second. Then she jolted, and her face twisted in a look of unexpected pain. Out of focus over her shoulder, you could see the reason, as her captor slammed himself deep into her body, pulling her back hard by her hair. After an initial, short whimper of agony, her mouth opened up for a protesting scream. At that moment, she was interrupted by the knife, forcefully carving into her straining throat. Her face turned into an expression of panic and surprise, and you could see her gagging fast and repeatedly, her tongue being forced out of her mouth by the metal plowing through her flesh. The blade quickly and brutally sliced all the way across her throat, causing a river of blood to spew from the growing opening. In almost an instant, her head had been cut halfway loose, but you could still see her mouth moving, opening and closing in some last, desperate reflex, fighting for a life that was already lost. All the time you saw her body shaking in rhythm from the fucking. Soon she was forced to start giving up her struggle, and her eyes were loosing their focus, slowly tilting upwards under her dropping eye lids. As her relaxing body kept on moving at each impact from behind, the last bubbling hisses of air were being pressed out through the gap in her windpipe. From beginning to end, it didn't take her more than a minute to die. The shot ended with the loud, male grunts of orgasm from the background, and then the picture just stayed on the dead teenage face. This was where the rest of the movie usually started, and the cheap, home made SnuffBitch logo appeared on the screen. ... The artist was sitting in a small, closed room with concrete walls and concrete floor. There was nothing but four TV-monitors, a computer, and his office chair for furnishing. The time had come to start cutting his new movie together, and on one of the screens you could see the two stars, huddled up together, naked in the corner of their cell. They were two young women, seemingly in their early twenties. One had dark brown, curly, long hair, and the other one was a short haired blonde. Both girls were slim, small bodied, big breasted, and had absolutely perfect, sweet, and innocent faces. He had chosen them carefully, as always. He would have over fifty paying customers this time, allowing him to live very well for over a year on that money alone. He had some contact with the people who watched his work, in addition to the money he would receive from them. Some women, usually wifes of the men that originally bought the film, would send him mail, telling him how they were looking forward to his next release, giving him suggestions, seeking his attention. It aroused him to imagine them, sitting in their expensive couches, pleasuring themselves to the scenes on the screen, sipping on their wine, and masturbating to the merciless death of a young, beautiful woman. He only sold to older, rich people, and he made sure they were well established members of society, people that would have everything to loose from trying to set him up in any way. He took another look at his monitors. This days work was coming to an end. Tomorrow he would go into the dungeon again, and this time at least one of the two women would get to experience what would hopefully be a very cinematic death. Right now, the artist needed to relax, and he switched on one of the older films. After watching fifteen minutes with his fist slowly moving around his erect organ, he skipped to the finale. He leaned up, watched the screen in concentration, and started stroking his cock faster, with desperate screams of ultimate terror accompanying from the speakers. It didn't take long before he reached his orgasm, grunting in pleasure. For a few seconds he just sat there, jets of sperm shooting out over the dusty concrete floor, adding to old, petrified layers. After his release he got out of his chair and left the room, going up to get the extra cameras ready for tomorrow. He passed the door to the dungeon on his way up, and felt an almost unbearable tickle of anticipation in his cock. It always felt so good when they died. ... The two girls were named Jenny and Stephanie. Jenny, the short haired, blonde one, was 24, and a young and ambitious politician already running for office. Ten days ago it was all that had occupied her mind, but now it had faded to a faint memory. She had lost track of the time she had spent in this dungeon. The brown haired one, Stephanie, was 19. She was just another high school drop out, working at the grocery store around the corner from her apartment. They were broken into complete submission by now. Whenever their captor came into the room to enjoy their bodies, they did whatever he asked, trying as hard as they could to please him, no matter how painful it would become. So far, Jenny was the most successful one. She was determined to get out of here alive, no matter what it took. He had showed them a video on the second day, of another pair of girls in the same dungeon, raped and humiliated over and over again. At the end of the film he had chosen one of those girls to die, and it was the one that had disappointed him the most up until then. Jenny had recognized both girls in the film from the newspapers, and she could remember that he had let the other one go. She had told Stephanie. To her shame, Jenny had found herself asking on occasion if sharing her knowledge had been the best thing to do. It might not matter though. Stephanie clearly had trouble controlling herself. Almost every time she felt the horrible pain of the long, sharp cock inside her, she would loose control, fighting and crying. Jenny's self control made Stephanie feel stupid. She hadn't been able do anything properly in her entire life, and now she couldn't even pull herself together to fight for it... The only piece of furniture in the cell was a wooden table that he used to rape them on. It stood in the middle of the ten by ten foot room, and it looked like some sort of workbench. In one corner of the room there were blankets on the floor for the girls to sleep on, and in the opposite corner was the door. There was a slide shutter at the top of the door, and a shelf just big enough for the plates of food he would give them. Other than that there was a pipe with a faucet for water on one of the walls, and a metal drain in another corner for the girls to squat down over, and use as their piss hole. On the third morning, when the blinding, hot spotlights in the roof had been switched on, Jenny had woken up to Stephanie crying quietly, and two big, smelly logs of shit laying on the metal drain. The faucet had been running, but the trickle of water running across the floor had just been going straight down the edge of the drain, clearly not reaching its intended target. Foolishly, it had ended in Jenny screaming at the walls to their captor, asking him in anger what they were supposed to do. Of course he had heard her, there were cameras in all corners of the ceiling. The sound of his answering voice in the speaker had made her fill up with regret, realizing that he had been watching and listening, and there was nothing she could do to take her words back. He had told them that he would agree to remove the foul substance, if they just brought it to the opening in the door. After a few seconds Jenny had realized what he wanted them to do. She had looked at the repulsing shit pieces on the other side of the room, and then at the other girl, crying in the corner. Stephanie had looked back, screaming with tears running from her eyes. - "No way! I can't do it! I can't! It's so disgusting!" Jenny had contemplated leaving it all for a few seconds, but she had realized that this was a punishment she had to take. The blond girl had forced herself to walk over to the grating. After some hesitation she had bent down and taken the two fat pieces in her hands. They had been a bit soft, and still warm. A minute later when she had sat down on her blanket at the other end of the room, the door hatch had opened, and a hand covered in a plastic glove had lifted them out from the shelf. She had been forced to repeat the procedure many times after that, Stephanie just hid herself in the other corner, seeming like she was unable to look at anything but the wall before it was all removed. After they had grown accustomed to their environment, both girls seemed to have fallen into a rhythm were they were forced to go over to the corner on a daily basis, to squat down in shame and take a massive shit right before the eyes of the other. Ten days had gone by now. Every time the door opened they knew it would be worse than the last. He always wore a mask, and brought some kind of weapon. They were just forced to sit there waiting, always hoping that the next time there were noises at the door it would be for food, and only for food. ... This time it wasn't. He was wearing a black and red gimp mask, with an open zip-lock around his mouth to allow him to talk. He put a heavy looking bag down on the floor, and then brought in two cameras on tripods, before he locked the door behind himself. He was very well built, and he was naked apart from a pair of military boots and the mask. His long, semi-erect cock was sticking right out in mid-air, and there was a gigantic, very eye catching, machete in his right hand. He didn't even have to speak or look at them before Jenny realized that this time would be different from the others. The look of the machete made her start shaking in fear, and she knew that she wasn't ready for this yet. The two girls stayed frozen in the corner, but the killer ignored them, walking up to the wooden bench. He started setting up the cameras. A minute later he pointed at Jenny. - "You! Get over here, on your knees!" The stone floor was dusty and dirty, scraping against her knees as she crawled. When she got to her master she looked up at his towering body. His eyes looked back down with arousal. She knew what to do, and the thought actually filled her with a sense of comfort. He spoke. - "What are you waiting for, cunt?" Jenny quickly leaned in and took his cock in her mouth. She saw the machete in his hand glisten at the side of her eye, but she forced herself to focus on the cock now, making her master enjoy his slave. She pressed her lips around the shaft and slid them down, she licked the cock head, coating it in saliva, and she felt him respond, swelling and tensing. The growing cock in her mouth felt good, relaxing her, and she could soon feel her pussy start to moisten involuntarily. She told herself that it was just a reflex, just her body preparing for the rape it had come to expect. Shortly after he had reached full erection, he pushed her away, and then he pulled her up on her feet by her hair, using only one arm. He was so powerful. How could she ever have yelled at him? For a moment she felt her cunt responding to his strength, juicing in submission, and she had to tell herself once again, that she wasn't really enjoying this. It was just a defense reaction... She didn't have to think about this very long however, as every sensation in her body was soon replaced by pain. He spun her around and threw her brutally down onto the bench, driving splinters of wood into her stomach and breast flesh. Then he got a hand camera from his bag, and turned over to Stephanie, who was still sitting in her corner. - "You! Get over here and grab this camera! You're going to film her face!" Stephanie got up, knowing that she had to obey, and trembling without ability to control herself, she managed to take the camera and point it towards Jenny's face. The agonized features of the young blonde faded into focus on the little viewing screen. The killer didn't waste any time. He checked to see that all the cameras got a good view, and then he moved up and positioned the tip of his rigid cock against Jenny's tightly closed asshole. He forced himself inside with a violent thrust. Jenny screamed in pain as the cock tore into her. She cramped down in panic, increasing the pleasure of her tormentor as he kept burying more and more of his thick meat inside her. When he was ten inches deep in her ass, almost all the way in, he yelled out loud in satisfaction. - "Yeaaahhh! That's what I'm talking about, Bitch! Fuck you, you little whore!" He started fucking her furiously, pulling his cock out several inches, and plowing it back in. He held the machete to her neck, grabbing her by her hair. - "Tell me that you love me, Bitch!" She was crying hysterically by now, nothing inside her able to hold back the pain and horror of this experience. Between the grunts of torment that disfigured her face, she still managed to press out the words, in a desperate attempt to stay alive for just a few more minutes. - "I ... Uuuunnngggghhhhh! Luuuhhvv.... Uuuuuuuuhhhh..... Yooouuuuu..." - "Good fucking whore! Yeaaahhh! Fuck you!" He didn't really slow down his assault, but he removed the blade from her neck, leaning back to give the asshole around his cock a little more attention. He spoke to her again. - "I've decided that I kind of like you, Fuckbitch, but I have to tell you the truth. I think your asshole is a little dirty. Now I'm sure you'll want to do everything you can, so I won't have to fuck another messy shithole, won't you?" Jenny nodded silently through her tears. She tried to pull herself together after her complete loss of control, knowing that she had get a grip soon before something really bad happened. The man turned to Stephanie. - "You, stop filming Bitch, and give me the camera! Good. Now bend over for your friend, and make sure she can reach your dirty ass with her pretty little mouth!" Stephanie felt a lot calmer now than she had just a couple of minutes ago. There was a flicker of hope after seeing the other girl loose it, but something else was perhaps even more important. Seeing Jenny's tears of pain excited Stephanie. For a few seconds she had even thought that Jenny was about to die. It was the first thought in days that had felt good. After putting the camera down, the brunette turned around and dutifully bent forward. She reached back as she was instructed to, and pulled her cheeks apart, revealing a very thin stretch of soft anal hair, and a small, but visible crust of dirty substance, surrounding her puckered hole. She scooted backwards slowly, until she felt herself meeting the other girls soft face. Her face lodged between the ass cheeks, Jenny knew she had no choice but to force herself to start licking. She opened her mouth and covered Stephanie's anal opening. There came an involuntary sigh of pleasure from Stephanie, and strangely, Jenny's first reaction was happiness. She was glad that the other girl had finally overcome her panic. A second later Jenny cursed herself for not remembering what was at stake. She felt herself slowly losing her emotional balance, feeling that if there had been any justice, the situation should have been reversed now! A full length of cock up her ass reminded her of what she was supposed to do, and she reluctantly started sliding her tongue over the wrinkled dirt-hole in front of her. The seconds slowly crept by as she kept licking. By the time the cock was finally pulled out of her stomach, Stephanie's asshole was clean. As she moved away from the warm tongue and turned around, realizing that her time had come, nervousness suddenly filled her. When she finally laid her eyes on the shaft that would fuck her, messed up with traces of shit from inside Jenny, the nervousness quickly turned to nausea and horror. Their captor pointed to the shit coated organ, and started talking. - "Now your time has come, Bitch! If you want to survive, you get down here fast and clean this cock, before you take it up your filthy ass." Stephanie burst into tears in less than a second. She couldn't do it! She had lost all control once more, and now she was going to die! She had known for the last few days that this moment would come, but she still couldn't believe it was true. She could feel her entire stomach cramping up in absolute, mortal dread, and her cries quickly escalated towards hysteria. Suddenly the crying was interrupted by a plead from the table. - "Please! ..." The room fell silent, and the eyes of both the killer and Stephanie turned to Jenny. The blonde had lost her focus for just a second. Stephanie's cries had been unbearable, and because of a single rash impulse to stop them, Jenny had made a serious mistake. She felt the gazes of the others, and she immediately understood that she had to try and smooth this over fast. She hesitated for a second. - "Please, I can do it for her... Just this once..." It was the wrong thing to say. The killer turned toward her again, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her violently up from the table. - "So you want to take what she had coming, is that right?" He was too fast, and all she had time to do was scream. - "Well, I'll better let you take it then, cunt!" He pulled her around to the other side of the table, slamming her legs into the corners on the way. Once on the other side, he threw her down hard on the wood again. She was facing the other way now, laying on her stomach, looking into the cameras that had been focused on her asshole before. It finally dawned completely on her what all this meant, and every dam that she had built inside broke down in a second. She started crying desperately. - "No, please! I didn't mean it! Please, I'll do anything! Please don't kill me! I'll do anything! I don't want to die! Please god, don't kill me!" He didn't answer her, he just pushed her up the wooden surface until her head and shoulders hung out the other side. Her legs were now sticking straight out into the air behind her, unable to bend over the edge that was digging into her thighs. He held her down hard. - "Ooohhhh, please goood noooooo! Pleeeease! I'll do anything you want, anything! I mean it! Please don't kill me!" Her pleas went unanswered. Her captor just calmly motioned for the other girl to get up on the table. Stephanie snapped awake from a trance of surprised chock, and obeyed him fast, climbing up on the table. He spoke to her. - "Put your knees up here, cunt! That's right, and now you sit tight on her ass and hold her in place for me!" He pulled Jenny's arms back on the table, and then made Stephanie sit on them with her knees, rendering the captured girl unable to move her upper body without twisting her own arms out of their sockets. To hold Jenny down completely, all Stephanie had to do now was to lean back, and sit down on the soft ass of the other girl. He reached into his bag to get something, and in a second he had forced Jenny's mouth open, and jammed a jaw sized metal object inside. The blonde gagged, and he pushed it further, as deep in as it would go. Before she even realized what had happened, her mouth had been locked open, and nothing she could do would allow her to close it again. He leaned down towards her face, and started talking again. - "Put on a good show when you die, Bitch! Remember, a lot of people are enjoying it." She tried twisting, and her eyes turned upward, in a last, desperate attempt to meet his look. It seemed like she tried to beg him one more time. But there was no mercy to be found, just the killers rock hard cock. He slowly moved it inside her mouth. When he met the opening to her throat, he took her by the back of her head, and began to push forcefully. For a few seconds, the only sound in the room was Jenny's gagging every time another inch of cock slipped inside. Then those sounds stopped as well, but the cameras on both sides still registered her convulsions around the invading organ. When the teeth of her gaping mouth met his pubic hair, he moaned from satisfaction, and began pressing her face as hard as he could into his muscular stomach. It only took a few moments before she started fighting, but she was effectively trapped by the weight of Stephanie. The only real movements Jenny succeeded in were twitches of her feet, and repeated clenches of her fingers. Stephanie could feel Jenny's every muscle moving. As the girl underneath her twisted, Stephanie was amazed at how easy it was to hold her down. All it took was the push of a knee, or an occasional shift in body weight. Whenever Stephanie pressed herself down against the smooth buttcheeks below, she felt a pleasurable stretching of her own, moist asshole, and a wonderful, light massaging touch against her cunt. She felt good now. She couldn't have helped it even if she wanted to. The killer spoke out loudly down to the girl around his cock, ignoring the fact that she couldn't see or answer him. - "So how does it feel?" She already seemed to be loosing her energy, fighting only in more and more sporadic bursts. - "It feels really good in my end, let me tell you. That sweet little throat of yours. You've made me so relaxed, I think I'll even manage to take a piss in you before you die. What do you say we try?" There was of course no sound to answer him. The room was strangely quiet as he just stood there for a few seconds, and then Jenny suddenly twitched again, slamming and thumping against the table. Her hands tightened into fists of torment, and from the sides you could see her eyes opening wide, running with tears. Stephanie realized he was probably pissing now. She felt a rush of excitement through her body at the thought. She could feel Jenny's smooth ass pressing up again, and there was no stopping a moan of pleasure. Stephanie had become horny. The body under her, trapped and dying, was so sexy, and by now Stephanie's watering cunt was aching for some kind of attention. She wanted to just shove her hand down into the wetness and rub, but she didn't dare. She risked reaching up for just one second to stroke one of her nipples. The rush of pleasure shooting down caused a high pitched squeal to escape from her lips, and before she could control herself she realized that her crotch muscles had responded in a way she hadn't intended. A short, excited burst of piss sprayed from her hairy cunt onto the back of the dying girl. At the same time there came a gurgling noise from Jenny's mouth, and then you could see her stomach moving, cramping hard, over and over. Soon she had built up enough pressure, and squirts of yellow liquid started shooting out around the cock, trickling down over her chin. By the time she calmed down, it was starting to become obvious that she was loosing her last strength. She died suddenly, shuddering hard one last time, and relaxing completely. The killer produced a final, satisfied moan. He leaned back just a little to get a better look of her. Her eyes were still open, and his cock was lodged tight inside her throat. He began to pull out slowly. When he had withdrawn just two inches there was a wet, popping sound from the dead girl, and a cascade of piss from her mouth flooded his cock. When the flow had stopped, he withdrew from her mouth completely. Long strands of urine and slime hung from the dripping lips. He grabbed his machete and looked up at the girl sitting on top. - "You can get off now." Stephanie jerked when she saw the weapon, and she quickly climbed off. The body on the table slid backwards as its legs bent down over the edge. Stephanie crept back into the corner that had been her home for over a week. The killer had grabbed the dead girls head tightly by the hair once more. He stepped up in front of her, brought the machete to her throat, and began carving hard. It took only a few seconds to cut almost the entire way through, leaving only the nape of the neck intact. He pulled the head up, and the cut expanded to a gaping opening. Then he lifted the machete, and with a powerful swing, he separated her head completely from her body. He turned around slowly, holding up his trophy high by the hair. His cock was still standing hard from his body. Behind him you could see that the cut was almost completely straight. There was a small splinter of bone sticking out of the flesh. The shoulders were slumped in an unnatural position, and the entire weight of the upper body seemed to rest on the flattened breasts. The cheeks of the ass had fallen outwards and down, revealing the loose asshole and part of the hairy cunt slit perfectly for the cameras behind. A moment later, the killer put the head down on the table, and his weapon next to it. Then he walked over to the opened anus, put the tip of his cock to it, and effortlessly pushed inside. He put his hands on the table, leaning forward to rest, and slid slowly in and out of the dead asshole for a while. He kept looking back and forth between the frightened girl in the corner, and the pleasurable flesh surrounding his cock shaft. Eventually, he grabbed the corpse by the shoulders, and started pounding harder and harder. With a sigh of relief, he slammed himself all the way in and reached his orgasm. After some time he got up, and just walked out the door with the head in one hand, and the machete in the other. ... Stephanie sat alone for an hour. When he came back, it was only to take the dead body away, and leave a plate of dinner. She ate, and eventually the lights went out, like they had done every other night. She spent the first hour awake in fear, terrified that he would not let her go after all. Eventually, she calmed down and got some sleep. She didn't know what time of the night it was when she woke up. Everything felt a bit better now. She found herself thinking about what had happened earlier in the day. She tried for as long as she could to resist, but she was slowly growing more and more excited again. She knew it was wrong, but when she thought that she would be released, and then about her legs pressing into Jenny's trapped, twisting body, Stephanie felt the excitement building inside. There was no need to hold back this time. Eventually she brought her left hand up to her nipple, and then she leaned back against the wall, spread her legs, and brought her right hand down between them. Protected by the dark, the young girl couldn't resist masturbating herself to an orgasm. ... The following morning, when the door finally opened, he came in still wearing the same mask as the day before. The first thought in her mind was that he was coming to rape her again. Then she noticed the head in his hands. It was difficult to recognize Jenny's face by now. It looked sunk in, and had lost most of its color. The bloodshot eyes were visible under half open eye lids, and the dead mouth hung open in an unnatural looking way. There was also a dark red line, like some kind of cut, going all around the head, through the hair and across the top of the forehead. The killer put the head down on the floor. It stood up on its own. He turned to Stephanie. - "There is something we need to do before we are done here. The audience will be expecting to see you fucked up the ass one more time, or they will feel cheated on their ending. I hope you understand that the audience can never be cheated on their ending." He paused to get a response, but the young girl just sat silent in the corner, avoiding his eyes. He continued. - "I want to make sure your asshole is empty and ready, and I've prepared your friends head for you to use as your toilet. You can take as long as you want. After you've done this, everything will be ok, I promise." He turned and walked away. As the door locked, Stephanie huddled up harder in the corner. Deep down, she had already known it wouldn't be over yet. She waited and cried silently. He must have known she couldn't do this. The thought alone was enough to put her in a state of paralyzed nausea. She sat there for over an hour, calming down, but unable to think clearly. Then things got even worse, as she could feel a familiar pressure starting to build in her stomach. Her anxiety grew. She tried sitting differently. She tried relaxing, and then tensing. When she cramped for the first time, she understood that it would all be over soon unless she finally pulled herself together. It took several cramps before she managed to force herself up. It was getting impossible to hold back now. She cried in horror as she walked slowly towards the head. Once there, she realized that he had sawed through the skull, and that she was supposed to open it. She reached down and grabbed Jenny's blond hair. There was a slight, suction-like resistance, but then the entire top of the head came off into Stephanie's hand. The contents of the head appeared to have been almost completely scooped out. She fought the need to vomit. She felt a new cramp coming, and in a panic she managed to position herself over the open cranium. As the final contraction came, she had the presence of mind to squat down half way, her ass sticking out in mid-air just above the bowl that waited below. She sighed, in shameful relief over not having to push back any longer. There was a movement inside her, and then her asshole opened, and a thick log started to slide out. The young girl grunted, and bent down further towards the skull. With a wet sound, her shit fell loose, and dropped into the bowl below. It was quickly followed by another. She bowed forward and sat down on her knees, and then she tried to calm down, telling herself that she was alright now. After a while she looked back to the other girls face, and saw the two, brown tips of shit sticking up over the edge of the forehead. In an attack of shame, self-disgust and nausea, Stephanie crawled over to the grating in the corner. Minutes after, when her captor opened the door, she was back in her corner on the blanket again, wet from just washing herself. He walked up to her, and simply held out a pair of handcuffs. - "Put them on, or give me your hands!" She managed to hold her hands out without panicking, and he cuffed them together. He looked down at her and kept talking. - "The time has come Stephanie! All we have left to do is to end this." She waited for him to continue. She knew this was it. There was an unhideable, desperate fear in her eyes. - "I usually let the last living girl go Stephanie. It's a dangerous thing to do, but it gives my customers greater value for their money, when they can read about it all in the newspapers like that. But I was just thinking that if we stop now, after what you just did, it might really just have made some of my more particular customers hope for more." Somewhere deep inside, there was a growing chill. She could feel tears welling up, almost impossible to hold back. She kept hoping, against all hope, simply because he alternative was too horrifying to comprehend. - "I think this is the perfect opportunity for something extra Stephanie, something that I've been trying to find a chance to do for a long time. It's important to keep customers with special tastes happy as well, even if it means making a few sacrifices. I think we will wrap up the regular film right now with a fast assfuck, but when I'm ready again we'll go out back and shoot some extra material. Doesn't that sound ok to you too?" A horrible, bellowing sound started coming from the teenagers mouth. - "I guess it's alright for you to cry Stephanie. I suppose it might even be good if you do." He grabbed his cock and started making himself hard, looking down at her. ... The corner was filmed with a grainy, color surveillance camera. The only visible objects were a door, and part of a big tank next to it. The tank looked about 4 feet high, and almost as wide on the only fully visible side. There was a carved out opening up by the side, showing that the container was almost full. Details were hard to make out, but the contents looked mostly like a soggy liquid, with the occasional collections of foam and toilet paper floating on top. It seemed to be some kind of cesspool. The door opened, and a big man wearing only a gas mask pushed a naked, young brown haired girl inside. She looked beautiful, with large breasts, and a thick dark bush of teenage cunt-hair, although her face was swollen and covered in tears. As she took her first step inside, she doubled up and started gagging from the smell. Her stomach was cramping without any effect, like it had already been emptied. When the man pushed her forward, she started fighting to get away, but he held her with ease. When she saw the tank, she screamed at the top of her lungs. She fought harder, but the man in the gas mask just picked her up and lifted her forward. At the tank he strapped her hands to a strange looking metal contraption. It seemed like a harness, attached to a pair of metal pipes that went down under the surface. She was facing the pool, and he attached her ankles to two metal pipes by her sides, and then he tightened a leather collar around her neck, strapping her down completely. He stepped aside to watch her fight. Her upper body was bent forward, leaning out over the putrid substance. The room was filled with shrill screams of horror, interrupted by the sounds of choking. Her tits were hanging straight down under her, and from behind you could see the sprawling cunt-hair sticking out from the crack of her thighs. After a few moments he moved back up behind her, and unhinged the top of the steel frame that her upper body was attached to. He held her still by her hair for a while, and his grip appeared to be all that prevented her and the heavy looking frame from toppling over into the waste. He lowered her head steadily towards the surface. She had suddenly turned quiet, but the panicked sounds of her breathing and gagging were getting faster and louder with every passing second. When her face was only inches from the liquid, there was one last, high pitched scream, cut short when she broke the surface. He released her, and she slid down for about a foot before she stuck to something. Her head was now completely submerged, and she was under the surface to about the middle of her breasts. The rest of her body was still visible, her legs shackled and spread, bent down over the edge down the outside of the tank, and the exposed cunt-slit between them. She didn't move at all, giving the impression that she had managed to hold her breath for at least a few seconds. The killer unceremoniously spread her ass-cheeks, and then positioned his swollen cock at her anal opening. As he penetrated her, there was a loud moan of pleasure from under his mask. The girls body started jerking, like she was losing control of herself under the surface. Soon her feet were kicking and slamming into the metal pipes. He started fucking her in brutal thrusts, pulling out and shoving himself back in. After about ten more seconds, the girls stomach muscles began cramping visibly. The spasms became so violent that they lifted her body into the air, causing the metal around her to slam and rattle. Her feet were curling up over and over, pulling at their shackles. The cock in her asshole just kept sliding in and out, until the time between her cramps grew longer. Eventually, while she was steadily fucked, her movements faded into nothing but a series of weak twitches. When her body was finally completely relaxed and motionless, her captor increased his tempo. He started acting like he was getting close to the climax of his pleasure. With a long groan, he sunk himself all the way inside her stomach, and put his weight on her body. He tensed up, and then his buttocks started clenching rapidly as he came into her. Afterwards he rested for a while, leaned onto her, drawing deep breaths. Eventually he pulled out of the loose ass-flesh surrounding his softening organ. He held the cock out over her body, and pissed down onto her back. Then he walked out of frame and came back with a plastic glove on his hand, holding a big hunting knife. He reached down under the surface to cut her loose, and then he released her feet, and lifted her legs high into the air. After a little push, Stephanie's body slid slowly downward, disappearing completely into its liquid grave. dirtywalker@gmail.com